My Sister Vickie - Sex Stories

My Sister Vickie

... high, exposing her white panties to me as she sat on my thigh. She then made a long show of daintily tucking down her skirt around my leg where her moist, warm crotch now rested. Then she gamely put her hands on top of my shoulders. I hadn't moved, since she was now much taller than me when she sat on my thigh. I said that since I couldn't bounce her perhaps we couldn't play. In response, she started to "bounce" her body up and down on my leg so I could try to "bounce" her off. Being so big, her body was unstable on my leg. But now she had real, feminine, hips - so I placed my hands on her hips to help her stay balanced as she bounced. I didn't know if she could tell, but I was just as eager as she was. I wanted to feel this young girl orgasm. We started, but before long, her bouncing slowed to a regular pace. When my leg moved, she would try to hold it with her legs - trying to control the pace and pressure. Her eyes held mine, and I could sense my sister's questions to me - "Can you tell what I'm trying to do with the pace? Do you know what it's going to do to me? Can you tell what you can make happen?" I think she wanted to see if this game was as much fun as she remembered. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. But as my thirteen-year-old sister bounced on my leg what I especially liked was that she was letting me watch her as I masturbated her. She gradually became more and more flushed and aroused with her rhythmic, well-timed bounces - each bounce now ending in a ...

... distinct rub against my thigh. As she continued to ride on my thigh she grew more and more distracted and distant - I could see the lust consuming her. And I liked that I had my hands on her real, feminine hips - I could inhale her scent and watch her breasts bouncing just inches from me. And she was old enough to understand the concept of incestuous sex her brother - and she was choosing to masturbate with me. I think the family resemblance made me especially attractive to her. Her pace increased - and I noticed her spreading her legs much wider. I used my hands on her hips to keep her balanced as her legs opened wide in the air while she rode me. This wasn't a little-girl's arousal. And she wasn't just a little aroused - her orgasm was quickly approaching - and I could feel her wetness soaking my pants where her vagina was riding me. No pretense of self-control, her cheeks flushed, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and breathed through her open mouth as the flush in her face became a bright red - sensually contrasting with her light freckles. Her pace quickened more - going too fast to keep a rhythm. Openly desperate to orgasm - it was an almost shocking lewdness in my thirteen-year-old sister. Her widely spread legs revealed her wanton desire to be fucked - and not just fucked by anyone - but fucked by me. But now in a another change of our old ritual she put her feet on the floor, being tall enough to use her own legs to move her body back and forth on my thigh. She ...